A Single Silhouette


Of an ending oh so hard, to feel the pain I do
When the sun it does not shine
to sing a song of you
An aching in my heart
as time is standing still
My heart will hold your love,
I swear it always will

In an instant you are gone, waving me goodbye
Standing on the streets,
the traffic rushing by
I think of different days
once waiting up ahead
Which matter not to me
I long for you instead

As nightfall wraps its arms, so silently the rain
My tears shall flood this earth
in saddened called refrain
Now barren sifts my soul
of arid, dry and tense
To live beyond control,
now peering through the fence

Along a tattered weave, of fabric worn to shreds
A single silhouette
is lying in my bed
The room about does spin,
so numb my ways do seem
For if I could but sleep
of you I’d surely dream

So please I beg of you, now kneeling in the mud
Clawing at the thoughts
that bring me to your love
And when the clock does strike
of moments I have missed
Stay with me forever  
my only happiness

I look in the mirror and see not myself but the person I once knew.
I have become old.
Tired.
Withered.
Like a piece of driftwood someone picks up on the shore of the ocean and throws back into the sea.

twenty wiggley toes,
twenty mischievious fingers,
four active legs,
four swinging arms,
four wandering eyes,
four listening ears,
two perky noses,
two pouty lips,
two hungry stomachs,
two learning brains,
two loving hearts that beat to my own,
two loving souls that could have been one,
two beautiful children that I love a ton.

My heart is a cave,
a home...
For animals who live in shadows,
my pathos,
which once shined upon,
removes all doubt,
glowing as a ghost-white sun.
Remove this light of your love,
and these shadows crawl back into their hole,
the caverns within the cave of my heart,
where there lives my long lost soul.
If you continue with the light,
that emits from your charitable love,
you can hold my hand through this fight.
Lead me through this maze,
into resurrection,
implode my heart,
devouring itself.
Yet I am reborn from the ashes of my past,
like a phoenix in the sky,
with you as my guide,
I fly with my wings spread vast,
a redeeming cry,
and you by my side.




And nothing could be better.

on the back numerous hole
quite a few too on the chest
still it clings to my soul
I think it fits me best.

says my flummoxed wife
you’re a miser hopeless
holding on a rag for life
bringing yourself disgrace.

I feign not to hear and shrug
clutching it more to my heart
feeling warm cosy in its hug
my friend the many years’ shirt.

on it lie rivers of sweat
joy and sorrow’s tear stains
time’s all burden of weight
gloomy and dark hours’ pains.

a mere cloth and I find it so hard
to throw it and part our ways
wonder how humans discard
relations grown over years.

Suicide doesn't end pain
It just passes it on
To the people you love most.

around and around
the blade-edge of the dark

a sealess white gull?
or a still, silent lark?

a lump down in the throat
sinking up to the knees

lashing out with a lie
yet praying for a please

around and around
at the edge of the dark

a drowning sailor.

or a circling shark.